Am I the scribe, or the architect of these emotions? Where do these thoughts come from? Do they exist within me, or are they an alien energy that have attached themselves to the tip of my pen? Corruption – that’s a little harsh. But then again I no longer have the option of whether or not I will tell this story. It is mine to tell. These emotions are far greater than mere words. I never even considered ignoring them. Wait a minute! I am not usually this sappy and emotional… Damn you, foreign empathy!

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About Connor Wilkins

Quickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.